Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1887-03-07
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Il ne uOOI was Opcucu geHtlY, HAN
with dog and gun entered, placed
the gun in one corner and the dog in
another, tilted his his chair against the
door and so he held me. knew his
errand, for it was Uncle Jake.
''Be you the Teller that writes for the
HERALD?"
81 am. -
~Du they alloss put it in print fur
YEP"
''Well most always, Uncle Jake -
''Du We spose We could git the ear of
the HERALD fur me, I'd like ter have
er say?"
well strictly speaking, it has no ear.
There are dozen or more concerned in
getting out the paper, as they call it,
after it is all written up, and if it has
one ear it has hundred at least, scat
tered all over and always on the listen
"Wal then, kin ye gi: the ears NV all
them HERALD fellers?''
1.-The ears of all of them Uncle Jake?
The ears of the whole outfit? Be reas-
enable in your requests. What do |
want with such pile as that? What
would do with them? Rent the old
wooden mill? You certainly don't mean
that.
"See ere, your trying to poke fun at
sumboddy; peraps it's me, but wat 1
want is to tell them fellers, speshaly that
blasted poit, jist wat think NV en- ;"
Have felt that way myself lots of
times Uncle Jake, but never dared to
let out on them yet Frequently write
one thing and they monkey with it and
chew it up until | am in doubt whether
wrote any of it or not Then l am
mad and / strike out for the Office, and
meet the proprietor on the sidewalk
and before can oper out, he starts in
on something he knows VIII interest me
and is SO kind and plausible and enter
tanning that forget all about my griev
anees for the time. Then he complains
about the composition, how he mixes up
things sometimes, and so think | will say
nothing about it to him, but have it out
with that wicked compositor, and find a
lady bookkeepor, and lady operator;
no chance for circus there. In answer
to my inquire if Mr.. compositor is in,
they direct me to the rear room, which
| enter and find the foreman on his
knees U think | heard him drop rs |
open the door and he informs me,
after glancing around, that Mr.. compost
tor just stepped out, and he talks away
so pleasantly, and the rest of the hands
are engaged so intently on their work
and the little devil is so busy with dozen
or more of lighted lamps Fright after
dinner too) that don't like to interrupt
them in their work, and so | step to 4
back window, see nothing but a wood
pile, and a suspicious locking trail, going
South through snow-bank, which
have no doubt is a runway for compost
tors when somebody is hunting them,
and l retire beat. That's the way
always come out, Uncle Jake: they may
not print it at all: they may print part
of it, they may print something's alto
gether different from what you tell me.
and as for getting any satisfaction out
of them, you viii be smarter than | am.
One thing is certain, you'll never catch
compositor asleep. That is all, be-
lieve Uncle Jake"
''Wal, that's ernuff I'll bet yer if !
go hunting compositors, I'll git that kim
of meat. An I'll bet yer if that print
says enything don't say and says / did
sa it I'll git compositer an don't yer
forgit it, I'll git out onto that renway a
piece, an rll'supprise him. What kind
NV looking critters are tina eny wayP"
THAT is what was just telling you:
never got to set my eyes on one yet. :"
"Wal, it don't make no difference, I'll
spot i'm if hav erkasen to-.
Wal, fire away: we are not getting
along very fast"
Il just think Their way they treated
that lad was shameful Here was a
good honest chap goin out fur er little
sport an he meets with er misforchoon:
an he Gums in an tells the truth about it,
an then they 90 fur him. an guy i'm, an
poke fun atm, an put is name in Their